Never in a million years would I have pictured myself as an
axe-wielding, dragon lady, chopping up multi-colored flannel shirts into
my very own plaid mulch. But here I am, chopping away my frustrations.
It all started when my brother, Paul, convinced me to go on one last
family road trip across the Mother Road with him and my dad. Just like
old times, right? Wrong. What Paul fails to mention is his best man,
Porter, will be joining us, who just so happens to be my childhood crush
and the man who broke my heart four years ago. What is supposed to be a
fun family bonding experience across Route 66 turns into a war of
pranks, awkward moments and bathrooms full of dirty flannel shirts and
day-old beard clippings. Paul's know-it-all attitude and Porter's
devilish charm brings me to the brink of my sanity on my seven-day trek
across the United States with three bearded men in a small 1980s RV.